Thankful and blood. BLOOD.

December 1st

Let’s just get the blood part out of the way right now. See that device above? It is a mandoline. Not to be confused with the charming and folksy mandolin stringed instrument. No. No. This thing is a digital death trap. There I was at 6 am on Thursday morning, waiting on the coffee, peeling sweet potatoes and defrosting pie crusts I’d made earlier in the week when I thought, “I know! I’ll use that slicer thing Jason keeps under the counter to cut these into perfect circles.”

What I did not think was, “I know! I’ll slice off a chunk of my thumb and go streaming up the stairs with blood rushing down my arm crying that I need stitches, awakening the household in what came to be a very dramatic interpretation of a minor cut.”

It bled enough that I got out of dishes later that day — so there is the win. I’m also planning on throwing this thing away when he isn’t looking, which I mentioned later in the weekend to a “oh no you won’t!” look. Let’s move on.

My gram’s blueberry apple pie, which did not go so well this time. I think I didn’t use enough butter, or it didn’t cook long enough. (This photo is before it is going in the oven.)

Weather — another win. My goodness was this weekend in Phoenix gorgeous. We had a great meal on the patio and lounged outside afterward too.

And I am thankful for this family, who bring over gorgeous turkeys that I do not have to cook but I get to eat for a week. It was SO good. (Way better than the fried stuff I’d had the couple years prior.)